miracles

pink cherry blossoms
lay like snow drifts
until the wind blows
and creates a miracle of dance
across the pavement of portland streets
as i drive to known destinations

i wonder if i was jesus
would I be just as much of a fuck up
as I have been/am
and maybe jesus was a fuck up
he was a human
and what is this crazy fascination humans have
with infallibility
why is it humans expect more than just human
...when you bring a perfect idea
into an imperfect world...

miracles
jesus created miracles
had some good things to say
unlike paul who is also quoted in that book
(not exactly my favorite beatles, either)
and here, this little pink dancing miracle
happens right before me
wind and pink petals
in a dance across black/gray asphalt
of portland streets
across the yellow lines
before my joyous
car driving vision

if you're looking for a miracle...
try something as ordinary
as looking out your windshield